Meta Split with Yann LeCun

To see a Troy in a wooden frame
And perdition in a false tear shed,
Hold deception in the tongue of shame
And a city’s doom in words unsaid.

A liar bound before the gate
Brings ruin to the innocent trust.
A tongue that spins an empire’s fate
Turns sacred walls to smoke and dust.
A gift that conceals the hidden blade
Writes the ending of a thousand years.
A weeping Greek who claims betrayed
Waters kingdoms with his crocodile tears.
Each falsehood from the traitor’s breath
A fiber from the soul does tear.
A people led by lies to death,
Their children’s blood cries through the air.
The wooden horse brought past the wall
Does the gods themselves enrage.
Every city that believed his call
Marks a warning for each age.

Anthropic Claude